"I don't know.." Laurel stumbled, pausing as she collected her thoughts. "Well, it's not exactly a secret that I'm a freak." She began, slowly. "That was my father’s doing, the wolf DNA didn't make me this way. I suppose it only made it worse." Laurel's forced sarcastic tone quickly change to a lower tone, one more sorrowful. "I've lived all my life in the fear of being hurt by my father or brother, having my fear fulfilled daily. I know I shouldn't be, but yet I'm still scared. Ive always wanted to be strong, or least appear to be to others, but I can't. Not even here. I know my father will eventually come looking for me when he realizes his life is dull without having me entertain or call on him, and this fear is what occupies my dreams as well as my consciousness. I want to move on from my past, but I can't. My scars both physically and mentally bear evidence. The fear of my father won't let me go, and drives me to do all that keeps me from being content. Why else do I shut Razeth away everytime he does something to earn my trust? Or fight Ryker everytime he tries to help me?" Laurel questioned, her low tone demanding to be answered.
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"Well," Aralyn begin, releasing a breath of frustration. "It isn't like I helped you complete the mission, which if I hadn't would have rewarded you severe punishment by Ryker's anger. So you have absolutely no reason to thank me, or even to let me in this car. Right?" Aralyn smirked, enjoying the silence her words had brought.
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